March 5, 2013

I Dream of Cote.

Last night I had my very first dream about Cote de Pablo, and boy oh boy was it a vivid one. Far too brief for my liking however, she was only in the very last part before I awoke. Damn waking up, it always pisses me off. A lot of people assume that if you dream about someone, it's most surely of a sexual nature. That's just how our brains work. Man or woman, it doesn't matter, if you tell someone you dreamt about them the night before, the horrified look (and / or restraining orders) you're bound to receive will be immense. Quite frankly, I find it a bit disturbing that the notion of being sexualized in someone's dream without permission is the first things our feeble minds go to.

I'd like to assure you right here and now however, that my dream last night was that of the sexual classification. Nothing frantic, crude or horrifying... if you'd like to know, we were masturbating in front of each other (eerily passionate and enticing would about describe the situation) and then started doing it for one another. As she finally grasped my cock and I slid my fingers inside of her, I swear to you on my love for Lamberto Bava's Demons, that I could feel her wetness. I of course awoke at this precise moment to a state of simultaneous exaltation and disappointment, both hard and wet as well. All I could do was wake up, sigh, get out of bed, and search for pictures of her beautiful face online.

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